4/30/2011

After an always chaotic, but hilarious queensnight and waking up with red-wite-blue flags on my cheek at a civil time (somewhere around noon), I decided to explore the great orange city instead of lingering in my neighbourhood, like every year- youth traditions.

Excessively crowded and noisy, but a blissful day to crash at a café and just watch people drinking beer under the guise of nationalism, while restoring the energy that got lost by dancing all night.

But there comes a point where even watching gets too much for your day-after mood and you just bike to your quarter's schoolyward and remind yourself what you once did on this day.